There are not as many people as imagined in the celebration banquet, and the clansmen who come to celebrate are not as many as the neighbors, this is not that the reputation of Mao Yulong's family is not good in the ethnic group, but everyone really has no face, and in the face of orphans and widows who are always sneering, there is a sour heart. But this does not affect the mother's joy and always cries with joy when she carries people.

In Jiangnan, it is not a very unusual thing to take a show, but it is indeed rare to be admitted to Xiucai at the age of 15, and the whole city of Hangzhou is a sensation, and the county lord has come to the door in person, although it is just a formality, and he will leave after a few words, but this is the glory that the Mao family and even the entire family have not had for decades, after all, even her husband did the Ming garrison, and when he went home to save his relatives, he had to go to the county to meet him first.

But Mao Yulong didn't have any surprises or expressed pride, the song ended and everyone was scattered, and life still had to be lived.

Although he was admitted to Xiucai and had a good look, his life did not change due to his mother's insistence.

It was another light snowfall, which made the city of Hangzhou look cold. The rice in the rice bowl has already seen the bottom, and the mother carefully picked out the last grain of rice in the tank, and there was only half a scoop, looking at the boiling water in the pot, and finally decided to leave half of it, and boiled a pot of gruel that could see the bottom.

The daughter was still young, and it was the time for snooze, but when the hunger met the smell of rice, he still rubbed his eyes and leaned against the door frame, and asked in a low voice: "When can I eat?" ”

Looking at the small amount of porridge, the mother replied, "You can eat it with your brother first." ”

Such an answer did not cause the little girl to be dissatisfied, because in this era, the status of men is transcendent. Whether it is a rich family or a small family, men and women are not allowed to eat at the table, and only after the men eat the leftovers, it is the woman's, this is the rule.

Mao Yulong put the broom by the door, stomped his feet outside the threshold, shook off the snow stuck to the upper of his shoes, and then stepped into the house, picked up his slanderous sister, and said to his mother: "I hate this kind of rule, I prefer to sit together as a family to eat, no matter how much, even if it is a bowl of cold water, I also like to sit together as a family." ”

The mother couldn't resist the man who was the head of the family, and the three of them lay on the table, facing the sand basin placed in the middle of the table, everyone didn't move, waiting for the porridge to cool and condense.

The porridge condenses and turns into a paste-like thing, and although it must not be enough to eat in this way, it can make people feel full when you look at it in your eyes.

I dug a piece for my little sister first, and then dug a piece and handed it to my mother.

"Today is the day I go to get the rice, there are still five buckets here, you don't have to be too careful, although the days are difficult, but slowly it will always get better."

Listening to the adult words spoken by this 15-year-old child, the mother's eyes were red, and she lifted her clothes and wiped her tears: "It's all my mother's fault, your father died early, so you can take on this family." ”

Mao Yulong stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around his mother's shoulder, and involuntarily threw himself on his mother's chest, persuading: "My mother cares about me, and I have a little girl who makes me happy." Then he kicked and hugged Xiao Huang with two mud paws: "With Xiao Huang to relieve my boredom, this is a complete home." Mother, don't feel guilty anymore, because I'm already very satisfied with this, very, very satisfied, and in this family, I am the only man here, and men should take on the responsibility of men, how can I shirk it? ”

There were even more tears for the mother, but they were not sorrowful, but tears of joy.

After the meal was over, the sky was bright, Mao Yulong put on the show of the county's honorable gift, looked at Xiaoxue's still sky, took an oil umbrella, but did not bring a pocket, and said to his mother: "Mother, I went." ”

With expectations, he pulled Xiaoya to stand at the door and send: "Go early and return early." ”

Mao Yulong said with a smile: "I'm afraid I'm going to come back late, but don't worry, mother, I'll bring meat back in the evening, let's have a good tooth sacrifice." ”

As soon as she heard that there was meat at night, Xiao Ya immediately cheered, and Xiao Huang was the first to rush up and follow the little master.

The maternal uncle opened his mouth, ready to teach his son, who was about to be proud of himself after the exam, and he might go outside to spend all day drinking like everyone else, but looking at his son's flat expression, he finally closed his mouth. Although he is young, he has a sophisticated and mature age, and he should know how to do it. But he still glanced at the burning stick behind the door, if he was really arrogant, he still had to be beaten, the old man said well, filial piety under the stick, and the family style under the stick, this still has to be insisted on.

Turn left when you go out, and there is a small bridge, which is a beautiful work of art.

In the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River, such small bridges with unique aura can be seen everywhere, but they are different.

On the small bridge, this year's new little Xiucai, outstanding, and the prodigy Mao Yulong, who was envied by everyone, went to the school to receive the rice grain that belonged to his own Xiucai with a shabby oil-paper umbrella.

Wearing a round-necked kaftan that only Xiucai can wear, wearing a square scarf on his head that can only be worn by Xiucai and above, with two small wings on the back of his head, when he walks, he can't help but shake it gently like in the play, feeling a kind of gentlemanly meaning on the stage of later generations, and can't help but feel a trace of pride.

Looking at the reflection in the flowing water under the bridge, Mao Yulong was very proud, the most important thing in his life in this era was not realized, and since then he has changed the original Mao Yulong who finally went to the field to farm, I don't know when he died of old age, it is fundamentally in history, even if it is the county chronicle, even if it is the fate of the neighborhood that has not left a trace.

After the current Mao Yulong changed his identity, he really wanted to enjoy the life of this evil feudal era, and hoped that there would no longer be the tense rhythm and pressure of life in later generations, humming comfortably, and being a Ming gentleman.

However, his predecessor's father died in battle with Jin Zhenjiang after Mao Wenlong's attack, and the family lost its source of income. The imperial court also did not have a few bereavement benefits, so the life of the widowed mother and young sister was really difficult. So Mao Yulong and the gentleman can't get along at all, and the gentleman wants money and a backstage.

crossed, although he did not become a prince and general, a rich family, and he had to raise a strong old lady, a weak little sister, and a stray little milk dog for the titular father, but the burden was extremely heavy.

However, when I crossed over, I had my mother's love, my little sister's warmth, and Xiao Huang's loyalty, so that I had a sense of responsibility and was no longer lonely, so what else was there to complain about? In fact, this is God's favor for himself.

It is gratifying to be able to find one's own responsibilities at all times. Let yourself not be lonely, not idle, this is actually a kind of realm, a reason to live, what is there to complain about?